[Verse 1] Whatever walks into the room, The sudden joy, the quiet gloom, It is innocent and true, It only wants a home in you. There is no corner you can hide, No lock to keep the wind outside, It is what it is— A wandering guest upon your floor. [Verse 2] You cannot change the weather now, Or tell the heavy rain to bow, But you can change the quiet space Where you and sorrow meet face to face. For feelings come, and feelings go, Like shadows shifting in the snow. They happen in you, this is true, But they were never, ever you. [Chorus] You are the sky, they are the breeze, You are the roots beneath the trees. They will arrive, and they will leave, You don’t have to fight what you perceive. The storm will pass, the morning clear— You are not what you feel. You are not what you feel. You are the space the feelings appear. [Bridge] No need to mend, no need to cure, The gentle heart is calm and pure. Now you have found the only way, Is holding them close— Like little children, Just wanting your home. Not to become their tears, Not to send them away in fear. Just stay. Just sit. Let them be here. Let them breathe in the quiet air. [Chorus] You are the sky, they are the breeze, You are the roots beneath the trees. They will arrive, and they will leave, You don’t have to fight what you perceive. The storm will pass, the morning clear— You are not what you feel. You are not what you feel. You are the space the feelings appear. [Final Chorus] You are the sky, they are the breeze, You are the roots beneath the trees. They will arrive, and they will leave, You don’t have to fight what you perceive. The storm will pass, the morning clear— You are not what you feel. You are not what you feel. You are the space the feelings appear.
